Burning Love
My heart pounded in my chest every time you came near.
My lungs seemed not able to get enough air.
When you touched me my skin became a flame.
My eyes Tightly closed.
My lips awaited yours.
My hands wanting to touch you.
My soul reaching to hold yours.
The waiting seemed forever.
I slowly open my eyes and find you are just a dream.
By Crystalin Patrick 6/15/2009
wildpendigus commented on Burning Love
06-18-2009
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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